Tis a quiet place a mind,
Scared and bawdy,
Playfully rowdy.
A puppy, even when a wolf,
Always wanting just enough,
Of love and care, but never enough,
It never will be.
In this world cruel.
This world tough.
Yet how cruel can it be,
For this puppy is indeed,
A part and soul,
Of this great roll,
Of memories and feelings,
Matter congealed.
This speck of dust,
Or whatever the world.
A universe, bounded,
Only by what we can see.
And further out,
We pray, to one day see.
Of all the starry seas,
A puppy's dream.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
